SLOW DANCE!

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital .

What a poster!

I fell in love with this poster the moment I had my eyes upon it... it's such an amazing drawing that expresses the bitterness of emotional conflicts any girl can live...

With the invisible part of that girl’s body makes it perfectly match with her broken heart caused by that guy engraved at the corner of her room...

She seems like reading about him inside those big books...searching...digging and burning it afterward... you can feel the dissatisfaction from what she reads...However, with that Pisa Leaning Tower photo hanged on her wall...you can sense her insistence to alter the un-changeable things in life...

From the sea view which expresses the feeling of sinking, to the snow sight which expresses the coldness sensation she falls into… ending with some rocks below that dead tree.... you’ll definitely feel the struggle and the need for a life change…

After all, a Parachute basket filled with colourful flowers is flying over all that hell… it’s such an astonishing symbol for hope coming up after long way of struggling.

Being a moody myself... and a survivor from a hell… I couldn't resist buying such a poster which simply summarizes the reason I decided to start a new chapter in my life…

Amazing!

On Thursday we went to Manchester to pick up a friend from the airport... for the first time in UK, we didn't get lost.... We arrived safely.... we really enjoyed it during our driving way...Arabic songs with chips, biscuits, fruits, every kind of food, you can imagine, was inside that car :D just like school's picnics ...I loved it...

We had lunch on one of the restaurant called Jaffa in Rusholme area.,..it wasn't that perfect food...on the contrary, we had faked falafel with silly sfee7ah...I don’t know how they even dare calling it sfee7a :(...and regardless of the stupid service and the repetitive requests for the same order...we finally got our drinks the way we wanted it .... the table we sat on made our day...:) we took the one on the corner just on the left side of the glassy door and glassy walls...I really love glassy walls...especially for restaurants and cafes...

After that, we went to a cafe, I think it's something called Cazblanca, for shisha...I didn’t like the place that much...I just hate the dark places with minimal red lights...yakkkk...although the shisha was fine...ppl who served there were sooo yakkkkyyyyy...damhom t2eeeeeeeeeel...

elmohem, we had fun the three of us...picked up our friend and got home late with complete focus on the road...

On Friday, it was my BD...So my friends prepared an amazing party with yammy food...we ate, danced under tens of balloons, had balloon's war, shisha and finally a delicious cake... :D

Saturday, we went to Stradford Upon-Avon (Shakespear's city) with big bag of chips, biscuits, sweets, water and bananas :P.... the road was incredibly crowded.. For one hour and thirty min way, it took us 5 hours...so imagine...
However, me and my friend were too wasted...not by drinks but by fun... I walked on the street while the traffic was jammed...said hello to our friends on the other car which was 4 cars away from us and ran back to our car :P... it was the best day ever... we said hello to every child inside the passing cars and had lots of our hellos back... we just went crazy, shouted, sang, did every effort to amuse our selves inside that boring traffic and we did succeeded... I loved every min inside that dead traffic...although we gave the other two friends big headaches.... as well as some cars which were beside ours... :P some ppl liked us though :) SORRY GUYS :p

The Shakespears city was amazing... a piece of heaven indeed...I really loved it... but its too small area... maximum an hour to walk all around it...
on our way home...we fell asleep...just like dead bodies... :)

Today, one of the most lovely friend left to Palestine....I will miss him soo much and so the others...

I love you my friends....Thx for the most amazing days I'm having coz of you all...

Episode 1 (It was somthing)

Naive... this is the exact word that you could have called her 5 years ago... a life of 20 years were never considered and can't be written in her upper book... she never felt the life before... she used to be one of her best colleagues in school...just for one reason...she loved to study... she used to feel perfect with the company of books...maths...chemistry...physics...English...stories...whatever the book was... she enjoyed it... she used to feel different than other girls... she never memorize a song...a dance or even a poem as long as its not written in her books...

With her shyness...quietness...politeness...she hided behind her books... she never thought of relationships ...at least for 20 yrs...
Never passed a broken heart story...just read about it...

All the world around her considered her an angel...smiley angel... an angel that never lies...never cheat...never had a single mistake...simply an angel...

Perfect daughter she was and still is... but not with the same meaning... the first 20 yrs were so pure...so perfectly honest in and out...

you won't even believe that such a girl can be exist with that behaviour or even that purity... she even considered looking to a guy is a big sin... she considered her hand shaking with the opposite sex is something that will cause her loosing her honour…

On 21...she met that guy...through internet... she felt something strange in her heart...something that never felt or understood in stories... she talked to him 5 years without seeing him...

He was her hero... he was her dream... a fantasy that she fell in love with...

They shared feelings...million of cyber kisses... or even cyber love making...

It was simply what made her think of herself...her beauty... how to look after herself... in different way...

She always wondered why her mother never talked to her about such things...

She sent him her pic on 22... He said she was beautiful...he built a belief in herself...by being on net every night... by his insistence to hear her voice for more than 3 years...

He used to say he'll come to her country... with billion promises he failed to keep...

Later 22...he disappeared...maybe he got bored...maybe he had somebody...who knows... but she fell in a deep phase of tears talking, worrying and nightmares... she never mistrust him... she kept sending him emails......where is he? What had she done to leave her? Did she do or say anything that upset him? What happened??

With self-blaming, the hope lost after 9 month-trials to reach him…

Sometime on 23 with that horrible thing happened in that country, she got really worried about him...she sent him another email... “I just wondered if you are ok...” Maybe he got shocked from that honest email... he replied... “I am so happy to hear from you... i was bla bla bla”.... faked excuses but acceptable ones for her...

Is it love? Is the dream of love? Is it getting used to it? Or is it the thing that leads her to look at herself... what was it?

They got back...with more love...more talking...longer chatting... she lost her appetite to sleep...lost her appetite for anything else but him...

He said he wanted to come for her... this time she postponed it one long year... she wasn't ready for marriage...with that small crack on her heart caused by his absence for more than 9 months, she didn’t want to see him that soon...

She kept dreaming of love...of marriage...of travelling to him... and finally...that day came...
She waited on that place...looking at every guy coming toward her...trying to remember his details sent by his pictures... her heart tremble and she felt like running away before seeing him... a felt of regret ion built up by every second she waited...

Eventually, he showed up...with the first shock of his real physical existence... she didn’t accept his hand shaking... she was sitting there trying to look at him without eye contact... was he really the one she loved for 5 years?... why she couldn’t feel it? Why she felt he was not her hero?

He gave her that gift...the one that he used to tell her about before he came... she always wanted to ask why that gift was not the same one as he told her about in their chatting… Did he really have it at that time? Or did he give it to another girl?
She never loved to take gifts from anybody...but why he lied about that gift... why he lied about his job? His qualifications ?... His most personal details? Did he really think that after all these lies, she would trust him? Or would even agree to marry him for the reason of love? Is it a life when it is based on lies? Didn’t he know that he was her first hero? Didn’t he know that he's the one who taught her how to look at life? At relationships? Guys? Didn’t he know how many opportunities she refused to see because he was in her mind and heart?

Few real dates later...she decided to tell him he's not her one... with unacceptable reaction, he destroyed every single memory she had for him... why he couldn't understand that they are not for each other?... why he didn’t understand its the fate who decide to connect people...? Why he had to say that and do this? Why??

With broken bleeding heart that naive girl...is no longer exit...

Lord of the rings 3

I am a very sweet, really nice and soft lady but!!!!
sorry I can't say it better than this: Lord of the rings "Fagga3 mararty, alla yel3an abohom 3ala abo Frodo..."

Cloudy Sun.....

Opened my eyes on my bright room...what a sunny day!!!... I was planning to study the whole day but who's that crazy to waste a sunny day in England...? I waked my friend up...with cheerful voice I said its sunny outside... and here you go...started our day... we called the rest of the gang...planned to go to the river side with lots of biscuits, fruits and juices...the weather was amazing... we chased the ducks...had fun with feeding them...especially that greedy big one which ate most of the biscuits....(mafjooo3a)... it was the largest and the strongest...

Two hours later, it gets colder so we left the green area... & went to our favourite place for shisha, music and chatting...stayed there till 3:00pm then decided to go home to study few hours before our late night movie...

but can you believe this moody weather...who saw it in the morning will never believe it will change this badly...

Now I am starting to write my first year report... I wonder how long will it take...hopefully it will be done by 15th of may... I can't believe how fast these days are.

Everything is Fine

Since the day I arrived to this city, Friday’s nights were always cinema nights…today we saw “Inside man”…. It was really a very good one but too long especially with a severe pain in the bottom side of your back…. But thank God for medicine, with a “deep heat” patch, I am already feeling much better … Anyway, after our cinema, we continued our night with the gang, ordered some food, watched another movie “spiderman-2” and had some shisha…it was a nice night as always…

The thing that really touched me today, was my mom call at the end of the first movie… which is around 12 am Jordan time…I got really worried for her late call since she never did it before and for a reason that she rarely sleep late… “wainek 7abibti, meshta2etlek…laih ma 3am teb3atele kol akhbarek…keef drastek…ma3 meen 3am tetla3e…bshu mashgooleh?” all these questions at the same time… I swear to God for a min I wanted to cry…her last call was just few days ago with non-stop txt msgs…but her sudden worries about me tonight were so touchy and surprising… my friends were waiting for me while I was talking to her…I turned my face away from them…took my breath… hold my tears and my strength to tell her my news...I didn’t know what to tell her…I never liked to involve her with my problems…never wanted to bother her regardless how far I got with my troubles…I always show her that nothing is serious…just a bad temper phase I am in…what shall I tell her now… with a distance of more than 10 hours …shall I tell her I am depressed because of my study? shall I tell her about the stress from sitting infront of the computer for more than 14 hours a day learning new software’s for my PhD…or shall I tell her about my heart broken news and my struggle with somebody’s presence…or maybe I should tell her about hating myself to decide to continue my PhD in this particular city!…which one shall I start? …maybe I should start with telling her about my burnt skin when I tried to cook pasta…or my daily course of milk and corn-flakes because of both lack of time and laziness to cook…ahhhhhhhhh ya mama… it’s a decision I made by myself…a decision I fought the whole family for … a decision I didn’t even consider the consequences of achieving it in this city with his presence … it was a stubborn dream as every other dream I followed and wrote my story … I miss you mom…I wish I can have that huge doses of hugs & kisses to assure me that everything is OK….I am so tired…so stressed out because of things I decided to have… I gave up the idea of being a normal girl while you all warned me not to… my dream has started to convert to a nightmare since the day I arrived here… will it finish one day? …

“Mama kolshe tamam, don’t worry…bs draseh kteer…o halla tal3een ma3 el group 3al cinema” with a tear f*ed the bloody ground I am walking on.

NEWTONS NEW LAWS

* LAW OF QUEUE: If you change queues, the one you have left will start to move faster than the one you are in now.

* LAW OF TELEPHONE: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged one.

* LAW OF MECHANICAL REPAIR: After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.

* LAW OF THE WORKSHOP: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.

* LAW OF THE ALIBI: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire.

* BATH THEOREM: When the body is immersed in water, the telephone rings.

* LAW OF ENCOUNTERS: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don?t want to be seen with.

* LAW OF THE RESULT: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won?t work, it will!

* THEATRE RULE: People with the seats at the furthest from the aisle arrive last.

* LAW OF COFFEE: As soon as you sit down for a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.